Vol 2 Chapter 230 (1/2)
Chapter 230: Happy News
”How should I respond, sir?”
This was a crucial point Fan Xian was not sure how Yan Bingyun had first ents under his co carefully ”There won't be a specific handler in Shangjing within the next twoin touch with you for the ti”
The old shopkeeper looked somewhat concerned ”I ask that you exercise caution, sir In the 20 years since Xiao En's capture, the Northern Qi Brocade Guard have been nowhere near on a par with the Red Riders of Northern Wei But in an enemy nation, a subordinate must still consider those beneath him”
Fan Xian nodded This was also why the Overwatch Council had not dared to contact those ”orphans” abandoned in the north over the past year ”Do not worry,” he said calmly ”I'll find the least trackable person in the whole Council”
Of course, heothers without ever being caught
He couldn't hang around too long in that place After exchanging a feords, Fan Xian got ready to leave, but before he did so, he suddenly had soe the password”
”Yes, sir,” said the shopkeeper, bowing slightly
”One-three-one-four-five-two-seven-seven-seven”
”Yes, sir” The shopkeeper repeated the seele mistake
Fan Xian nodded, satisfied, then returned to the main room Like a merchant, he cupped his hands in farewell to the shopkeeper, not forgetting to pick up his two pots of oil Seeing the custo shop assistant poked fun at the shopkeeper ”Boss, isn't it a little early to be ordering in sesame oil?”
The shopkeeper looked at hi business”
The shop assistant pondered for a moment Could such a cru business deals like the oilbusiness indeed The young
Fan Xian carefully disposed of the oil he was carrying as he walked along the road He didn't dare give it to a beggar, or casually throw it away, because theprocedures was that one should not underesti of the Brocade Guard did not seeht in the brothel, Fan Xian knew that that wasdisposed completely of his jars of oil, Fan Xian set off on the road back to the diplo, and the crowds on the streets were thinning out As he crossed an arch bridge over the Yuquan River, Fan Xian wiped his face with rainwater Using both his hands, he got rid of theIt formed a dirty clump of reddish-yelloder in the pal the stone lions on the arch bridge, and the powder fell fro in with the river water No one would find even a trace of it
Leaving the bridge and going through an alley, and turninga turn to exit froained his true features He took off his rain hat and turned his clothing inside out, and he looked just as he had when he was leaving Haitang - handsoant
He returned to the diploer in his step The Brocade Guards, who had spent ely Fan Xian knew that news of the deaths of those three saboteurs had no doubt reached Shen Zhong's ears, but the Brocade Guard could only keep it to themselves As for when they would make reprisals, that was none of Fan Xian's concern